mythopoeics

[A child nearly had been killed. They said it was his son he near drove a blade into and he couldn't believe it. He had no sons, no children in this mortal life. How could this have happened? Why was this happening? Was it the past daring to repeat itself in twisted ways? It couldn't be, not when he knew he hadn't done anything like what he had been locked up for. But no matter how much he protested, no matter if he lashed out, he found himself alone in his room, bound and drugged.

It was a rare moment since his waking up in the asylum that he was untied. He reached for his journal, needing to get out a few words to one person at least.]

[Filter: Izanami]

I know you might not want to see this or even answer it. Maybe you're locked up here as well. Maybe


I didn't kill anyone. I'm framed for a crime that I did not do. I am, this time, as innocent as ... as our son can be. I just wanted you to know.

It was like someone has answered his needs and tailored this around him. There were so many of them to keep him healthy and alive that Jubokko had, at first, hesitated.

It lasted barely a few seconds. Restraining himself from behaving like a man dying from thirst, he waited it out, watched for his moment before sliding his hands around the young man's bared neck. There was first only a careful pull before he tumbled into a hard tug, drawing and feeding off the drugged creature until he left enough for the man to survive. Within a few hours, he targeted another patient, this one that he had no connection to. By the time he left, he felt more at peace - more whole than he ever had.

This was more his style. There was no tracing things back to him. Things happened in asylums, especially in such an era. And no one was going to stop him from not milking this for all it was worth.

[Filter: Away from Khaos & minions]

This isn't how it was supposed to go. By now things should have been broken from her control. I guess you guys can hold on a little longer. Just try not to give up. We're doing what we can to stop things now.

Sorry if I don't have the asylum map but maybe you guys can figure out something with the sewers? Watch out for alligators. No, I'm serious, watch out for the alligators.

I'm a little disappointed that fake me is going to get to be Belle for Halloween while I'm stuck here. Although it's not so bad. I teach kids here and they're really cute. I miss science, but teaching isn't so bad.

I hope fake me is taking good notes in physics class.

Unlike many of you, I actually have nothing to complain about. There's nothing like a period of time where people fucking dressed well and children know there godforsaken place. The cars are better-looking and, if I recall properly, the 1950s saw a growth in economy. Everything feels fresh, alive and good. Workable.

Those of you in the asylum will have to deal. And maybe I'll try to find a way to keep some of you in there. The rest of us can enjoy this slice of peace and prosperity.

[Nephthys was not used to this yet she adapted. But it hadn't been the patients that gave her as much grief as the other nurses (obviously not Mona or Wadjet). There was one in particular a woman who watched her almost too closely. It didn't help that she found the other woman's hands to be as cold as ice and that she tended to grab Nephthys' arm in a cruel, hard grip when she wanted something from her.

Earlier that day, Nephthys had narrowing avoided being shoved against a railing she knew to be loose. The fall over it would have meant the end of her life from the fall. There had been no apology but just a dissatisfied glare from the other woman as she stormed off.]

[Filter: Igraine & Wadjet]

Please be careful.

[Filter: Egyptians]

Is everyone doing well? I'm sorry I couldn't check in earlier.

[ She was a secretary now.

All that hard work - fighting her way through college, through law school, proving herself as a competent lawyer - gone. Hell, when she'd tried to take her usual spot at work, they'd laughed at her, as if she was silly for even imagining it.

It had been the hardest thing in the world, biting her tongue and going with it. It was only the knowledge that this was probably one of those brilliant ideas from the psycho kami in charge that kept her from unleashing her rage; after all, she didn't want to be out of a job if her raging translated into the real world.

So instead, she resolved to suck it up, and do what she could from here for as long as she had to. After all, men were remarkably easy to manipulate - she was certain she could influence a few cases here and there.

She just hoped it was sooner rather than later, because she wasn't sure how long she could stick to that plan. ]

[ filter: private ]

I get it, I get it. The gods make the rules, and we have to follow. Haven't I always been on their side? Haven't I always thought that?

But this....this is too much. You can put me in a backwater time that looks like it came out of one of the old man's fantasies. You can take away my voice in society and my ability to protest.

But my brother?

He actually told me to act more ladylike and to "listen to Father". Father! Of all people! And he's completely back in the closet again, even though I told him I know and that I love him any way and

fuck

I want him back. Give him back to me, you bitch. Or I'll find a way to make you.